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Tuesday, 3 June 2014

The Lost Kings of Faeryland

Who
reigns in fairyland? Many modern fantasies concern themselves with
the fate of doomed but brilliant young men in thrall to a beautiful,
capricious and
often cruel faerie Queen. Often it’s the heroine’s role to try and
rescue the young man, who would be her own boyfriend or lover if only he
were free. Examples are Holly Black’s fantastic ‘Tithe’ and Melissa
Marr's 'Wicked Lovely'.

This particular theme has its
source in the 16th century ballads ‘Tam Lin’, 'Thomas of Ercildoune'
and ‘Thomas the Rhymer’ – especially the former: Janet saves
her lover Tam Lin from the worst possible fate (hellfire) by her bravery
and
single-mindedness. She goes to Miles Cross at midnight and waits for
the Seelie Court to go riding by, seizes Tam Lin from his horse and
holds on to him while he is transformed into a number of horrifying
shapes. At last he appears in his own shape, a naked man, and Janet
casts her cloak around him and claims him as her own true love, while
the furious fairy queen can only threaten and rage.

The story, in which a woman rescues a man, is popular today partly
because we got tired of the stereotype of ‘man rescues woman’. We want
strong women, and in this legend we get double offerings: staunch Janet,
and the powerful Queen of Fays. I was looking for a good picture to
illustrate the modern notion of a fairy queen - vengeful, beautiful,
dangerous - and came across this electrifying photo of Maria Callas as
Medea, taken in Dallas, Texas, 1958. (And yes, Medea is a witch queen
rather than a faery queen, but same difference.)

Of course, a strong heroine doesn’t mean the male characters need to be weak.
Tam Lin in the ballad is far from effeminate – the very first verse warns
maidens to keep away from him, and he rapidly gets Janet pregnant – but let’s
face it, there’s something sexy about a handsome young man in bondage to a
cruel queen, and sexy goes down well in YA fiction… and so we’ve all got used
to it: Faeryland is ruled by a capricious, dangerous queen. And the idea
of the tithe to hell, the sacrifice of the young man, meshes with the figure of
the Corn King or Year King made familiar by Sir James Fraser’s ‘The Golden
Bough’: in a parable of the corn which springs up and dies each year, the
vigorous young king marries the Earth Goddess and is sacrificed at the end of
his short term. (I don't expect many teenagers have ever heard of 'The Golden
Bough', and modern scholars doubt if Corn Kings were ever sacrificed, and in
archeological or anthropological circles, the whole idea has been pretty well
discredited: but it’s a good story and is there in the back of a lot of fantasy
writers’ minds, I'm sure.)

All this is something of a preamble: I want to point out that
fairyland hasn’t always been this way. As far as I can discover - after many years of reading early texts - the all-powerful
Faerie Queen never existed in the popular imagination before the 16th century,
when Queen Elizabeth I was lauded by Edmund Spenser as Gloriana, the Faerie
Queen herself. Prior to that, for centuries upon centuries, in a reflection of
what English people saw about them and regarded as the natural order, Fairyland
was ruled by kings.

Pwyll meets Arawn; 19th C. illustration

The Welsh Annwn was ruled by King Arawn, whom Pwyll Prince of Dyfed
meets in the Mabinogion.Annwn is the underworld: the kingdoms of
death and faery are closely blended throughout the early medieval period and
right through into the 16th century.After an incident out stag-hunting when the mortal prince Pwyll mistakenly
chases off Arawn’s white-coated, red-eared hounds in favour of his own pack,
he offers Arawn recompense and friendship. In a bargain reminiscent of Gawain’s with
the Green Knight, King Arawn suggests an identity swap:Pwyll is to take Arawn’s place in his
kingdom, and at the end of the year must face and fight Arawn’s enemy King
Hafgan.

‘I will set thee in Annwn in my stead, and the
fairest lady thou didst ever see I will set to sleep with thee each night, and
my form and semblance upon thee, so that [no man] shall know that thou art not
I.And that,’ said he, ‘till the end of
a year from tomorrow, and our tryst then in this very place.’

‘Aye,’ [Pwyll] replied, ‘though I be there till
the end of the year, what guidance shall I have to find the man thou tellest
of?’

‘A year from tonight,’ said he, ‘there is a tryst
between him and me, at the ford. And be thou there in my likeness,’ said he.
‘And one blow only thou art to give him; he will not survive it. And though he
ask thee to give him another, give it not, however he entreat thee.’

The
Mabinogion, trans. Gwyn Jones, Thomas Jones

Like Gawain, Pwyll is courteous and canny enough to refrain from sexual
intercourse with the beautiful lady, who is of course Arawn’s wife: ‘the moment
they got into bed, he turned his face to the bedside and his back towards her…
not a single night to the year’s end was different from what that first night
was.’ At the end of the year he rides to the ford, meets King Hafgan and
strikes the single blow that fells him ‘with a mortal wound’.These proofs of faith impress Arawn, and
thenceforth he and Pwyll are constant friends.

In the medieval metrical romance ‘Sir Orfeo’ which blends Celtic and
English fairy lore with the Greek myth of Orpheus, the fairy king is clearly
Pluto, lord of the dead – though he is not named. In the very early Irish tale, ‘The
Wooing of Etain’, the beautiful Etain is stolen away by a fairy king called
Midir. And in a legend related by the 12th century courtier Walter Map, a
British king called Herla is invited to a wedding by an unnamed, goat-footed
pygmy king who rules underground halls of unutterable splendour:

[They] entered a cave in a high cliff, and after
an interval of darkness, passed, in a light which seemed to proceed not from
sun or moon, but from a multitude of lamps, to the mansion of the pigmy. Here
the wedding was celebrated … and when leave was granted, Herla departed laden
with gifts and presents of horses, dogs [and] hawks… The pigmy then escorted
them as far as the place where darkness began, and then presented the king with
a small blood-hound to carry, strictly enjoining him that on no account must any
of his train dismount until that dog leapt from the arms of his bearer… Within
a short space Herla arrived once more at the light of the sun and at his
kingdom, where he accosted an old shepherd and asked for news of his Queen,
naming her. The shepherd gazed at him in astonishment and said: ‘Sir, I can
hardly understand your speech, for you are a Briton and I a Saxon, but they
say… that long ago, there was a Queen of that name over the very ancient
Britons, who was the wife of King Herla; and he, the story says, disappeared in
company with a pigmy at this very cliff, and was never seen on earth again…’

The king, who thought he had made a stay of but
three days, could scarce sit his horse for amazement. Some of his company,
forgetting the pigmy’s orders, dismounted before the dog had alighted, and in a
moment fell into dust. Whereupon the king… warned the rest under pain of a like
fate not to touch the earth before the alighting of the dog.The dog has not yet alighted. And the story
says that this King Herla still holds on his mad course with his band in
eternal wanderings, without stop or stay.

Walter Map, De Nugis Curialium, trans. MR James

Also pygmy-sized is the Fairy King in the French fairy romance ‘Huon of
Bordeaux’: Auberon, a dwarf with the face of beautiful child – whose name
resurfaces in 'A Midsummer Night’s Dream' as Oberon.Here’s his description in the translation by
Lord Berners, who was Governor of Calais for Henry VIII, and whiled away his
spare time translating French histories and romances into English. The hero of
the tale, Sir Huon, is on his way to Babylon,
when he is warned of the dangers of a magical wood:

You must pass through a wood, sixteen leagues in
length, but the way is so full of magic and strange things that such as pass
that way are lost. In that wood abideth the King of Fairyland named Oberon: he
is but three feet high, and crooked shouldered, but he hath an angelic visage,
so that there is no mortal man that seeth him but that taketh great pleasure in
beholding his face. … He will find the way to speak to you, and if you speak to
him you are lost forever: and you will ever find him before you…

Huon determines to risk the wood, and once under the shade of the trees:

…the dwarf of the fairies, King Oberon, came
riding by, wearing a gown so rich that it were marvel to recount… and garnished
with precious stones whose clearness shone like the sun. He had a goodly bow in
his hand, and his arrows after the same sort, and these had such a property
that they could hit any beast in the world.Moreover, he had about his neck a rich horn, hung by two laces of gold…
and whosoever heard it, if he were a hundred days journey thereof, should come
at the pleasure of him that blew it. … Therewith the dwarf began to cry aloud
and said, ‘Ye fourteen men that pass by my wood, God keep you all. I desire you
to speak with me, and I conjure you by Almighty God, and by the Christendom
that you have received, and by all that God has made, answer me.’

Hearing the dwarf speak, Huon and his
company…rode away as fast as they were able, and the dwarf was sorrowful and
angry, so he set one of his fingers on his horn, out of which there issued a
wind and a tempest so great that it bore down the trees. …Then suddenly a great
river appeared before them that ran swifter than the birds did fly; and the
water was black and perilous…

Huon of
Bordeax, trans. Lord Berners, retold by R Steele

But this is all enchantment; and when Huon eventually speaks to Oberon, he
wins his friendship and alliance.

These early fairy kings rule over lands which are usually underground, and
there is a pervading sense of loss that hangs about them. Except for
Oberon (who though he claims to be the son of the Lady of the Secret Isle and Julius
Caesar, yet has a place reserved for him in Paradise), they are clearly
pagan kings: there is no sense that they will ever attain to a Christian
heaven.Their lands are lands of shadow.
Moreover, there’s an interesting hint in all of these stories of substitution, of succession. The Wooing of Etain
contains references to identity swaps. In the Mabinogion, Pwyll becomes Arawn for a whole year, and is
afterwards so closely identified with him in friendship that his name is
changed to ‘Pwyll Head of Annwn’. (In the 19th century illustration of their meeting, shown above, the artist has made their black and white figures seem like linked opposites, sunlight and shadow, darkness and light.) In Walter Map's 12th century tale, after
visiting the pygmy king’s halls, King Herla finds himself hundreds of years in the
future. He cannot dismount from his horse without crumbling to dust, and
therefore still rides the Welsh border hills at the head of his troop of
knights. The pygmy king vanishes from the tale: in some sense, Herla has
replaced him. And even in the late medieval
romance of Duke Huon, at Oberon’s death Huon and his wife Esclaramond become
King and Queen of Faeryland (much to the wrath of King Arthur, who hoped to
succeed).Rudyard Kipling must have read
this romance, it’s behind this fabulous piece of writing in his story ‘Weland’s
Sword’ in Puck of Pook’s Hill:

“Butterfly wings, indeed! I’ve seen Sir Huon and
a troop of his people setting out from Tintagel Castle
for Hy-Brasil in the teeth of a sou-westerly gale, with the spray flying all
over the Castle, and the Horses of the Hills wild with fright. Out they’d go in a
lull, screaming like gulls, and back they’d be driven five good miles inland
before they could come head to wind again. Butterfly wings! It was Magic –
Magic as black as Merlin could make it, and the whole sea was green fire and
white foam with singing mermaids in it. And the Horses of the Hills picked
their way from one wave to another by the lightning flashes. That was how it was in the old days!”

And in its companion story ‘Cold Iron’, from Rewards and Fairies, Puck tells the children about ‘Sir Huon of Bordeaux – he succeeded
King Oberon.He had been a bold knight
once, but he was lost on the road to Babylon,
a long while back…’

There it is again, you see? - that hint of loss in all these stories.In a tale called ‘The Sons of the Dead
Woman’, Walter Map tells of a Breton knight who buried his wife and then saw
her one evening dancing in a gloomy valley, in a ring of maidens. When the
fairy king steals Orfeo’s wife, she is mourned as dead. And yet, tantalisingly,
the dead may not be dead, but stolen
away into some other dimension, some fairy realm of half-existence. This is the
fantasy of grief. And of course time runs differently there: if you visit, you
risk losing yourself forever.

This 12th century fairyland, the mysterious underground kingdom of the dead
or half-dead, is the fairyland I wrote about in my book ‘Dark Angels’ (The
Shadow Hunt’ in the USA).
One of the characters, the troubadour knight Lord Hugo, lost his wife seven
years before the book opens.

“The
night she died – it was New Year’s Eve, and the candles burned so low and blue,
and we heard over and over again the sound of thunder. That was the Mesnie
Furieuse – the Wild Host – riding over the valleys. Between the old
year and the new, between life and death – don’t you think, when the soul is
loosening from the body, the elves can steal it?”

So I sent my young hero Wolf searching for Hugo's lost wife through the
cramped tunnels of the old lead mines under the local mountain, Devil's Edge,
to confront the lord of the underworldhimself: with unexpected
consequences, as this trailer for the book suggests.

10 comments:

Great post. Of course, it's not unusual for fairies and elves to be associated with hills that have sometimes (rightly or wrongly) to have been believed to be barrows. We even have an Elva stone circle here, earliest mention of which is 1488. We also have two Elfhowes (which means elf hill, and howes are sometimes believed to have been burial barrows) one first recorded in 1484 and the other, 1694. It would be terrific to find out when they first got their names, but I don't think that's possible!

Fascinating post! Of course, there were indeed a lot f Faery Kings and you've refreshed my memory. I must hunt up your novel. I'm wondering where to get a translation of Walter Map, in ebook if possible. The last time I downloaded one it was in Latin!

That sense of loss is what draws me to fairy tales over and over again. I know it's obvious, but it still makes me shudder to hear other people speak of it. It seems inseperable from the notion of Faerie, along with the suspendedness of it, neither being wicked nor good, here nor there, etc.

That sense of loss is what draws me to fairy tales over and over again. I know it's obvious, but it still makes me shudder to hear other people speak of it. It seems inseperable from the notion of Faerie, along with the suspendedness of it, neither being wicked nor good, here nor there, etc.

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